Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps

Only Mediocrity Can Be Trusted To Be Always At Its Best. Genius Must Always Have Lapses Proportionate To Its Triumphs.

People Seem To Think There Is Something Inherently Noble And Virtuous In The Desire To Go For A Walk.

No Fine Work Can Be Done Without Concentration And Self-sacrifice And Toil And Doubt.

Few, As I Have Said, Are The Humorists Who Can Induce This State. To Master And Dissolve Us, To Give Us The Joy Of Being Worn Down And Tired Out With Laughter, Is A Success To Be Won By No Man Save In Virtue Of A Rare Staying-power. Laughter Becomes Extreme Only If It Be Consecutive. There Must Be No Pauses For Recovery. Touch-and-go Humour, However Happy, Is Not Enough. The Jester Must Be Able To Grapple His Theme And Hang On To It, Twisting It This Way And That, And Making It Yield Magically All Manner Of Strange And Precious Things.

True Dandyism Is The Result Of An Artistic Temperament Working Upon A Fine Body Within The Wide Limits Of Fashion.